I looked critically at the carpet, shaking my head. “You know, the Henry just isn’t up to the snuff anymore. Perhaps we need a different vacuum cleaner.”
A heavy sigh emanated from the under-stairs cupboard. Was one of the cats in there? A glance told me not.
“What about a Dyson? They’re supposed to be excellent. And, no wires to worry about.”
“Humph!” came from the cupboard, before the Henry trundled out. “Some of us have feelings you know. I have sinus problems. Ever thought of changing my bag?”
“But…What? You…” I stuttered. “I need a glass of wine.”